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... course , we refer to our present list of admirals . We are aware of the exceptions , but they only prove the truth of the general assertion . The fact speaks for itself . During the rapid promotions to the list of admirals , it was ...
... course , we refer to our present list of admirals . We are aware of the exceptions , but they only prove the truth of the general assertion . The fact speaks for itself . During the rapid promotions to the list of admirals , it was ...
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... course he had no longer any power over me ; but he muttered , as I fled from him , " I've a notion he'll soon be locked up again , poor fellow ! it's turned his brain for certain . " As I passed along , my unsteady step naturally ...
... course he had no longer any power over me ; but he muttered , as I fled from him , " I've a notion he'll soon be locked up again , poor fellow ! it's turned his brain for certain . " As I passed along , my unsteady step naturally ...
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... course on earth pursue . So , when madam takes the dumps , Or when her spouse looks grave and mumps , Or aunty moans o'er this world's folly , Or fair Miss Kate is melancholy : Whence the source of all their evils ? They're haunted by ...
... course on earth pursue . So , when madam takes the dumps , Or when her spouse looks grave and mumps , Or aunty moans o'er this world's folly , Or fair Miss Kate is melancholy : Whence the source of all their evils ? They're haunted by ...
Side 31
... course was included in the purchase . We are none of us perfect and Pompey had one vice ; but the cause of the vice almost changed it into a virtue . He had not a cor- rect feeling relative to meum and tuum , but still he did not ...
... course was included in the purchase . We are none of us perfect and Pompey had one vice ; but the cause of the vice almost changed it into a virtue . He had not a cor- rect feeling relative to meum and tuum , but still he did not ...
Side 33
... course of the year , at an expense which would not meet the weekly disbursements of a large parish in England . But then , how much more judicious is the system ! I know for a fact , that in the county where I reside , and in which the ...
... course of the year , at an expense which would not meet the weekly disbursements of a large parish in England . But then , how much more judicious is the system ! I know for a fact , that in the county where I reside , and in which the ...
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Side 323 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 61 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Side 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Side 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Side 363 - Picton, his Majesty has sustained the loss of an officer who has frequently distinguished himself in his service, and he fell gloriously leading his division to a charge with bayonets, by which one of the most serious attacks made by the enemy on our position was defeated.
Side 64 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Side 59 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Side 55 - And yet to me welcome is day and night, Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn, Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom — As some dark Priest hales the reluctant victim — Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood From these pale feet, which then might trample thee If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.
Side 63 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.